And another morning happens,
awoken by the oxidized groan and stretch
of the lumbering machines
that live in the dirt pile
in front of my apartment
there used to be a farm there,
and there used to be someone
in my bed and darker curtains in my room
but a lot changes in a year
there's still a tiny hole
in the corner of my bathtub
that greets the curve of my foot
every time I step into the shower
i can't tell if it's gotten any
bigger or not
or if the water i hear dripping
is from some other fixture
for me to look at another day
i know my kitchen sink still overflows
not with bubbles
not anymore
but with the dishes i've put off
for almost three days
i wish the men in hard hats
across the street would do the same,
tell themselves that they'll get to that
concrete patch, hole digging, pipe laying,
belt grinding, beam building, horn honking,
sound of trucks backing up
tomorrow
so i could sleep in for once
but they've got a job to do
and sandwiches someone wrapped for them
in aluminum foil
to eat at lunch
and i've got to do the dishes
so i can have a spoon
for my cereal
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC
And another morning happens,
awoken by the oxidized groan and stretch
of the lumbering machines
that live in the dirt pile
in front of my apartment
there used to be a farm there,
and there used to be someone
in my bed and darker curtains in my room
but a lot changes in a year
there's still a tiny hole
in the corner of my bathtub
that greets the curve of my foot
every time I step into the shower
i can't tell if it's gotten any
bigger or not
or if the water i hear dripping
is from some other fixture
for me to look at another day
i know my kitchen sink still overflows
not with bubbles
not anymore
but with the dishes i've put off
for almost three days
i wish the men in hard hats
across the street would do the same,
tell themselves that they'll get to that
concrete patch, hole digging, pipe laying,
belt grinding, beam building, horn honking,
sound of trucks backing up
tomorrow
so i could sleep in for once
but they've got a job to do
and sandwiches someone wrapped for them
in aluminum foil
to eat at lunch
and i've got to do the dishes
so i can have a spoon
for my cereal
A lot changes in a year, but some messes stay the same.
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